“We are never really in control. We just think we are when things happen to be going our way.”

To exclude anything that appears in your universe is not love. Love joins with everything. It doesn’t exclude the monster. It doesn’t avoid the nightmare – it looks forward to it.

It’s not the problem that causes our suffering; it’s our thinking about the problem.

We begin to not be human, as we’ve known it, any longer. But to be just creative minds and action, whereas right now we’re confused minds and actions, and our environment mirrors that back to us.

It makes sense that no one else can cause you pain. That’s your job.

When they attack you and you notice that you love them with all your heart, your Work is done.

Whatever it takes for you to find your freedom, that’s what you’ve lived.

The opening to reality, as it really is, is beauty.

Love is action. It’s clear, it’s kind, it’s effortless, and it’s irresistible.

No one has ever been angry at another human being-we’re only angry at our story of them.

Forgiveness is discovering that what you thought happened, didn’t.

Everyone is a mirror image of yourself-your own thinking coming back to you.

It’s good that it hurts. Pain is the signal that you’re confused, that you’re in a lie.

The world is nothing but my perception of it. I see only through myself. I hear only through the filter of my story.

Your suffering is never caused by the person you’re blaming.

You either believe what you think or you question it. There’s no other choice.

You would be amazed at who people are once you know yourself.

Certainly I was relatively a refined person. No way a tramp.

The way I measure my life is ‘Am I better than I was last year?’

There are a lot of ways to serve, and being president is not the only one, and I would hope that someone else would run.

Change the way you use your time, and you change your life.

We are all one – and if we don’t know it, we will learn it the hard way.

When you have both parties who will not find ways to compromise, who won’t meet in the middle, you have paralysis. It’s the perversion of idealism.

For many years I have been a night watchman of the Milky Way galaxy.

We have all heard of the web of life. The way we live threatens to trap us in a web of death.